Chapter 184 You Really Want To Cross Me
- Ford Bannister let his arm drop, idly rolling the jade thumb ring between his fingers. A crooked smile tugged at his mouth—more sneer than smile—as he stared at the woman in front of him, who was all provocation.
- His voice came out low and cold, stripped of feeling.
- “Reilly Schulze, you dead set on stealing it from me?”